Ash! :P

...so i might actually be back into writing-

it drags on the floor

making cookies for my love, i stir and mix

would you guys still love me if i was a worm (i wouldn't be able to write fanfics for you)

guys. talk. about. palestine. talk. about. the. genocide. talk. about. anything. you. can.

who wants to read a poem I wrote cus I am not doing okay :D (its posted)

should i try to get an angsty one shot out asap or a hurt+comfort(ish) chapter out for my sasharcy story?

I think
          One of the hardest things I ever had to do is accept that I'm human. 
          
          Not a robot. 
          Not a toy. 
          And unfortunately, not clay. 
          
          
          I think
          One of the hardest things my parents had to accept is that I'm human. 
          
          Not their robot. 
          Not their toy. 
          And unfortunately, not clay they could mold. 
          
          They watched me live and still thought I was dead. 
          I don't know how, but I can't blame them, I did too. 
          
          To this day, I still don't think they can love. 
          To feel, to care, to hold a hand without expecting an arm around their shoulder. 
          They were the type to help you wrap a bandaid around a wound, and still be the cause of it. 
          To love was to hurt and I think that's how I still perceive love. 
          A slap across the face was a synonym for an 'I love you'
          A silent treatment used to replace a 'Im sorry'
          And I'm okay with it. 
          
          For some reason. 
          
          It's fine.

someone just added my fanfic to a list called 'mine' and i have never felt so good abt my writing :SOB: /vpos

i posted the silly goofy poem that got me locked in a psych ward xd